made their decision.
Instead, I made one of my own.
I was never going back to that house.
But I also knew I couldn’t simply wander into the night.
I needed help.
So I went looking for someone who might take me seriously.
Near the station entrance, I found a small security office.
A guard sat behind a desk reviewing paperwork.
He looked up when I knocked.
“Can I help you, son?”
I hesitated.
My father had always told me that involving outsiders in family matters was embarrassing.
Mom insisted that private problems should stay private.
For a moment, I almost turned around.
Then I remembered Dad’s final words.
Or don’t come home at all.
I stepped inside.
“My name is Ethan,” I said quietly. “I’m fourteen years old. My parents left me here on purpose, and I don’t know what to do.”
The guard immediately straightened.
“Your parents left